Drink ice cream.

The two girls, one inside and one outside, were quiet for a while.

Changing the hairpin made Zhao Qingxiu feel much quieter.

It seems that the sound of the ice-white jade hairpin pendant blown by the wind in the early morning was too noisy, so it was put away and replaced by this mandarin duck jade hairpin. Ye Weila also had it, and it was a gift from Tanlang.

Soon, under Ye Weilai's gaze, Zhao Qingxiu resumed her movements.

She turned her head and groped towards the door to welcome Ye Weilai in.

[Are Wei Lai hungry? Do you want something to eat? I will do it]

Ye Weilai said directly:

"It doesn't matter whether you want to eat or not, I'll go with you."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded and wrote:

[Okay, let’s go to the kitchen together, I’ll make some for you, Wei La, where’s Tanlang?]

Ye Weilai pursed her lips:

"Tan Lang went out and hasn't come back yet. He may have to leave the city in the morning and won't be at home."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded and went to the kitchen.

Ye Weilai followed.

Two-quarters of an hour later, in the kitchen where the servants had retired, Zhao Qingxiu, blindfolded with a ribbon, was groping and making pasta familiarly.

Ye Weilai stood at the door, looking at her, as if waiting, but not helping her.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't complain, quickly ordered a bowl of noodles and brought it over.

Ye Weilai lowered her eyes and looked at the noodles, but did not take it immediately and said softly:

"Thank you, Sister Xiu Niang, but I won't leave after eating. I have nothing to do today, so I will accompany you."

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head silently, and Ye Weilai felt that the blind and mute girl looked at her. After a while, he held her hand and wrote:

[Sister, there is no need to follow me. Go and do your business. I may have to go back to Xingzifang in the morning and go to the yard to get all my luggage and belongings. Mrs. Pei will accompany me, don’t worry]

Ye Weilai looked at her and repeated:

"You can go, I'll go with you. In addition, I will send a maid to Tan Lang to inform you that we can't run around without permission."

Zhao Qingxiu looked at her.

Continue to hand out the hot noodle bowl.

After Ye Weilai took it, Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer and turned around to walk to the master bedroom. Ye Weilai held her face and followed Zhao Qingxiu, as if she would go wherever Zhao Qingxiu went.

Returning to the master bedroom, Zhao Qingxiu tidied up, finished dressing, took out a long cloth bag, and held it in her arms, as if ready to go out.

Over at the table, Ye Weilai only ate half of the noodles and immediately stood up to follow.

Zhao Qingxiu stopped slowly, turned around, and grabbed Ye Weilai's clenched fist.

Ye Weilai, who was prepared, unclenched his fist and let her write.

At the same time, she took a deep breath, and a stubborn look appeared on the silver-haired girl's face, as if she was waiting for her excuse or rejection.

But after a while, Ye Weilai was slightly stunned when she noticed the line of words written by Zhao Qingxiu in her palm:

[Okay, let's go together. You can also send someone to inform Tanlang... But after we go there, Wei Lai, please listen to your sister and wait for me in the carriage outside. I want to go in alone. I am used to cleaning up quietly by myself]

After Zhao Qingxiu finished writing this line, he took her palm, lowered his head and tilted his face, and pressed her palm tightly against his cheek, as if to please her.

Ye Weilai hesitated for a moment and nodded.

…

It's not yet morning.

Outside the quiet courtyard, a luxurious car returned and parked at the entrance of the courtyard.

There seemed to be three female figures in the car. Looking at the silhouettes vaguely exposed on the curtain, they were a graceful woman and two slender girls.

The carriage was parked on the side of the road.

Zhao Qingxiu got out of the car alone, without looking back at the waiting carriage and the two girls. She walked forward calmly, arrived in front of the quiet courtyard, and opened the door as usual.

"My lord, you are back."

The Fang sisters were guarding the yard. Fang Shengnan was in a daze with his chin in his hands. When he saw Zhao Qingxiu, he subconsciously shouted.

Fang raised his sleeves and turned his head, immediately looking in the direction of the door.

Zhao Qingxiu turned around and closed the door, blocking the latter's sight.

She waved her hand gently to the Fang sisters, as if to say hello or to give an order. Fang raised his sleeves and immediately became quiet, not asking any more questions outside.

Zhao Qingxiu held a long cloth bag in her arms and held a lacquer-colored food box in her hand. She raised the food box in her hand and gave the two sisters a faint smile.

Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at each other, and Fang Shengnan looked a little moved:

"Thank you, little master."

Leaving behind a piece of cake, Zhao Qingxiu picked up the food box again, leaving the two sisters behind, and walked towards the lobby.

It may be that a certain lady in white is here, or it may be that she was grounded for a long time after what happened to Ouyang Lianghan last time. The carefree and familiar lady Fang, who used to be carefree and familiar, stayed quiet like her sister and stayed in the outer courtyard to taste pastries.

To be honest, I didn't look or listen too much to the lobby behind me.

Zhao Qingxiu walked into the lobby.

I saw a figure of a female queen in white sitting sideways beside the Eight Immortals table, looking up at the blue sky outside the courtyard, watching the clouds rise and relax.

Zhao Qingxiu came over and placed the food box on the table in front of the second senior sister. After opening it, she took out the delicious handmade pastries.

Yu Nianyuan didn't look back and asked softly:

"Seventh Junior Sister is now satisfied and has no regrets?"

Zhao Qingxiu nodded lightly.

Yu Nianyuan sighed softly:

"The thoughts are still there. After you go back, you will miss the memories of yesterday more and more. Why bother."

Zhao Qingxiu said nothing.

Hearing the sound of Seventh Junior Sister writing something, Yu Nianyuan turned around and looked.

I saw the former’s fingers dipped in water writing on the table:

[Are the noodles enough? Second Senior Sister, do you want me to order some more?]

"..."

Yu Nianyuan couldn't hold his face.

After a while, she straightened her face.

"Let's not talk about noodles today. Be serious." After a pause, he added: "At least not here. It's not a good place to stay for a long time. Let's talk about business first."

Zhao Qingxiu seemed not to hear and walked towards the kitchen.

Yu Nianyuan frowned slightly:

"I'm really not hungry. Seventh Junior Sister doesn't have to work anymore, unless you're hungry and want to eat. However, come here first and I'll tell you about the arrangements for returning to Jianze. The person to pick you up has already arrived, so you don't have to stay, Xunyang

Leave this side of the city to us, as we said yesterday, don’t get involved..."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head, without the crisp sound of the ice-white jade hairpin, she was completely quiet.

Yu Nianyuan paused and asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Qingxiu walked away and wrote:

[I’m not going back, Second Senior Sister, please have a bowl of noodles before leaving]

Yu Nianyuan's originally somewhat lazy and gentle temperament suddenly changed, like a sharp sword leaving its gentle and thick scabbard.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Qingxiu continued to write:

[Other things, if there is anything you need from me, Second Senior Sister, just ask me]

Yu Nianyuan took a deep breath.

She looked around at the empty lobby and couldn't help but review it in her mind. She suddenly felt that the seventh junior sister's negotiation skills seemed to be top-notch.

From yesterday to now, Junior Sister Seven has really broken through her psychological bottom line step by step. Just like bargaining... she is also a master of negotiation, right?

But this time, Yu Nianyuan decided to take a clear stand.

She waved her hand decisively, interrupting Zhao Qingxiu's writing:

"No, absolutely not."

Yu Nianyuan put his hand on Zhao Qingxiu's shoulder and said seriously:
To be continued...